Afternoon Delight

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It's Friday night and my buddy Frank Mason and I are going out to our neighborhood bar tonight hoping to find a couple of pretty ladies needing a little bit of TLC. Friday and Saturday nights are the only times we get a chance to cut loose and have some fun. We work a 10 hr. 3pm -1am shift four days a week with Friday, Sat. and Sun. off. With work hours like ours we don't have many buddies to hang with, most times it's just us, we are good, close friends. I'm Bill Boynton, 26 years old single, 5"9" tall, wt. 150 lbs., dark blonde hair, blue eyes and a muscular, athletic body. I'm not the most handsome of men, but nice looking and the ladies think I'm cute. we've been pals since my family moved here when I was 10.

On my first day at school a big kid was bullying me trying to get my lunch money; Frank came to my rescue and ran the big kid off. We've been tight, best buds since that day. I decided that no one would ever have to come to rescue me from a bully again. I told my dad that I wanted to get a set of weights so I could build myself up to where no one would try to bully me. I set about building myself a body that could take care of most any situation. I played football and wrestled in high school. Frank played baseball and basketball. He is, 6'3", weighs 160 lbs, has brown hair and the greenest eyes you've ever seen. He's thin and wiry but, I wouldn't want to test him in a real fight. He's one tough dude.

The ladies think he is quite the handsome young man. When he's not even trying he can get more ladies that most men can by tossing hundred dollar bills in the air. He's a babe magnet. As his wing man I get a shot at the ones not able to crack through the cordon surrounding him. We're both the same age and we're like brothers. Well, maybe not now that I think about it. He and I are completely different than I am with my brother who is 2 years older. With Frank we're best buds, like to hang out together and I can trust him to have my back when I need him. Can't say that about my brother though.

We had been working this shift for the past five years and we both really liked the work and the 3 days off. We took a lot of long weekend trips having fun and always on the lookout for the ladies. Taking a break we had a weekend of camping and fishing planned for the end of this week. We had a reservation at a State Park campsite, we has asked for a secluded tent site far from the lake. Frank had scored a bag of weed and we planned to zone out while there and didn't want to be to near others. We had everything packed in my SUV and left after work to go to the Park. We arrived at the Campsite around dawn, laid the seats back in the truck and took a nap. The sun woke me at about 9:30 and I shook Frank awake and said..

"Frankie, wake up..we need to set up camp"

"Aw, Billyboy, I'm too sleepy, gimme 10 minuets more, okay?".

Since we were kids I've always called him Frankie when we're alone and he calls me Billyboy. It's just always been like that. With anyone else around it's always Frank and Bill, but alone we're Frankie and Billyboy. I admit, I really like it, it ours, something that no one else shares, it's just between us. I opened up the tailgate and started unloading our gear. I set the tent up by myself on the pad provided and rigged ropes to haul our food up into the air away from the critters stalking the campsites for food. An hour after I started I was setting up our folding chairs and table when Frank stumbled out of the SUV and off into the woods to take a piss. He came back rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms and body. He looked around, seeing everything set up and said...

"Billyboy, why didn't you wake me to help you with this?"

I gave him a glaring look...

"Yeah, Mr. "gimme 10 more minutes" "I tried but you needed your beauty sleep, looks like you need to go back to bed for another 8-10 hours worth. Your beauty nap didn't work, Frankie."

"get off my case, dude...what do I need to do here?"

"it's all done Frankie, we just need to decide what we're going to do for lunch and probably change into some lighter clothes..it's going to be a scorcher of a day."

"By the way, we're here at this site alone. The Park Ranger came by and told me we were the only "Tent Site" reservation for the weekend at this location. That's why I set up here near the lake. We can skinny dip if we want to."

"That's cool Billyboy, we can sit out here in our chairs, smoke a blunt and chill out with Ma Nature."

"your bags are in the tent Frankie...I think I want to take a quick dip in the water..coming?"

I was taking my shirt off and then started on my pants when Frankie asked....

"You going in bare Billyboy?,"

"just in my boxers...never know when a boat or the Ranger will come by"

"Okay, I'm right behind you"

We both took off at a run and ran out into the water a few feet before we dove in and started to swim. The water was cold, when we stopped swimming our teeth were chattering. We turned and headed back to shore and briskly walked into the camp. We grabbed towels and were drying off when I looked over at Frankie, he was drying his hair and had the towel to his head and I was staring at his wet boxers clinging to him showing his limp cock hanging down his left leg to almost to the hem of his shorts. I could plainly see every detail, even the pink head of his cock. We were in Jr. High the last time I had seen Frank's cock. It sure had done some growing since then. At five to six inches limp it should be eight inches or longer when hard. I found it hard to take my eyes away. I felt blood surge into my own cock as it started to get hard. Wait.. I'm straight, why is Frankie's limp cock such a fascination to me? I forced myself to turn away.

"Hey Billyboy, we forgot to get the boat off the top of the SUV. When we're dry lets get it in the water and scout out the area, okay"

I had shucked of my wet boxers and tied the towel around my waist. I walked by Frank to get to the tent and he laughed and grabbed at my towel. I tried to grab for the towel but he had it and was laughing as I stood there feeling the blood surge in my cock more.. Damn, don't get a boner now Bill, NO! NO! NO! I was mortified and ran into the tent as fast as I could.

"Hey Mr. Modesty...you realize how long it's been since we've seen each other naked?" he called out. Dragging on a pair of cutoffs I came out of the tent ..."yeah, it was in Jr. High. Ages ago."

"Billyboy, you've done some growing, that's a damn fine piece you were swinging dude. What is it, 9, 10 inches when it's up?"

"Damn Frankie, how the heck would I know, I stopped measuring my cock when I was in ninth grade"

And why on earth are we talking about my cock? We're not gay!"

"Hey Billyboy, calm down dude, I was just razzing you, just having some fun."

"Well it's time you stopped having fun with my cock! uh oh..that didn't come our right, but you know what I mean, right Frankie."

"I think I'd have to start have fun with your cock before I could stop having fun with it Billy"

"Whatever!! Stop talking about my cock Frankie, it weirds me out."

"Dude, okay already, I'm just teasing you. Come on, I know what will calm your nerves, lets do this blunt, that will chill you out, grab us a beer as you pass the cooler, please."

Man what a hassle, Frankie freaked me out when he pulled my towel from my waist. I was just about to get a boner looking at his cock when I walked away. I didn't want him seeing me getting hard with him standing there naked. It was all just to crazy. He and I are both straight arrow. Never anything sexual between us even as we went through puberty. No jacking off together, we didn't even talk about that stuff to each other.

Well at least that embarrassing bit is over., getting a couple of beers we settled into the folding chairs looking out over the lake, smoked the blunt and watched the sunset. The shorter the blunt got, the more spectacular the sunset became. A couple more beers and it was almost dark and we were starving. We decided to have Tuna sandwiches since it was already made and in the cooler. Frankie opened some chips and we wolfed down two sandwiches each and a 16 oz bag of chips, in less that 10 minutes. Then we started on the chocolate chip cookies. Aaahhhh the attack of the munchies!

Frank went into the tent and when he didn't return immediately I called after him.

"Frankie whatcha doing in there?"

"just rolling another one Billyboy"

"Oh, okay...we're gonna be wasted dude."

"Yeah, that's why we're here, right." Frankie said as he came out of the tent.

I guess, just don't suggest we go for a drive...I don't think Ranger Bob would like that."

"No prob Billyboy, we're taking the boat out, remember!"

"In the dark?

"Look at that moon, Billy, it's nearly full and not a cloud in the sky..we'll be able to see plenty"

"Besides we're just checking around our site to see if we have close neighbors, we don't want to get too rowdy if they're really close."

"Get too rowdy, what you planning on doing Frank?"

Who knows, Billyboy, maybe I"ll have some fun with your cock. How about that"

"FRANK!! STOP IT, STOP IT NOW!"

"Billyboy whats wrong with you tonight? Me teasing you doesn't get you riled up like this usually."

"Frankie can we please drop this subject., I don't like talking or you joking about having fun with my cock, okay"

"Whatever you say Billyboy. Jeez, you need this, take a big toke, hell take two!!

We did about half the blunt and got the boat in the water. I had to put the life jacket on Frank or he wasn't gonna wear one, We stayed close to the shore and sculled up to the right of our site. Not too far away we could see a campfire so we headed to it. As we neared we heard "Ahoy, there matey" and we laughed out loud, Frank yelled back "Ahoy your own self, mate." two guys came to the shore and waived and asked us to come for a beer. Frank steered us straight to them.

We stumbled out, beer bottles in hand and shook hands, they were Steve and Connor. They both looked to be near our own age and after the intros we all sat around their fire. We told them about ourselves and our jobs, they exchanged their info. Connor got up to get us all another beer and when he came back I noticed how he put his hand on Steve's shoulder and ran it over to his neck and squeezed it just a bit and sat down beside him and their sides and legs were touching.

Steve asked. "So Frank, how long have you two been together?"

Frank passed a blunt around looked him in they eye, put his arm around me and said..

"We've been friends since we were 10 but we didn't become a couple until we were almost 17. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Astonished I started to speak but Frank turned quickly and kissed me on the lips! He whispered to me.

"Play along Bill, they think we're gay. Let's have some fun with them" "I mean joking around, not having sex with them fun."

I know my eyes must have looked like saucers but with his face pressed to mine the other guys couldn't see my disbelief at what Frank was doing. He almost got the giggles then, pressed to my face but told me again to please play along with the gag.

Steve said "wow, you've been together 10 years and you're only 26! "What's the secret to keeping your relationship alive this long?"

Without a blink Frankie said, "Monogamy and Bill's 10 inch cock"

I nearly put out the campfire spewing my beer out of my mouth. Frank elbowed me in the ribs to keep me quiet.

Connor said, "damn! 10 inches would keep me in line too!"

Steve gave him a "look", and Connor added. "But being in love is the most important thing for us"

That got an approving nod from Steve.

I stood up pulling Frank to his feet. "We need to go, Frank, it's getting late. Thanks for the beer guys." Frank stood, and thanked them for the beer and company and said that we had to get back to camp and they shouldn't pay any attention to the noise they hear down our way. "Bill get's carried away sometimes when he's riding me really hard." He got an elbow jab to the ribs from Bill for that one,

I know I was beet red from embarrassment and Frank leaned over to me, winked and pecked my on the lips again. I was ready to kill him. It had to be the weed that made him such a rascal tonight. On the way back we were quiet, talking in hushed whispers. Trying not to laugh out loud. I told Frankie that he'd pay for this big time. But now that it was over, it was funny.

As we paddled back to camp, I started to giggle myself. Knowing us and how we are normally, it was funny, pretending to be a gay couple for a few minutes. The only thing I didn't quite understand was why Frankie was talking about my cock again. It had to be just him trying to wind me up some more. Back at our campsite we were out of earshot of the guys and we could talk normally.

"What in hell did you think you were doing back there. Those poor guys think we're like them, kindred spirits or something. And the last time I saw you in action you were straight Frankie. You playing on the other team now?"

"Come on Billyboy, lighten up and have fun with me, you knew we were just playing. Let's get another beer and another smoke and sit and watch the ripples on the water; sweet Billyboy of mine. FRANKIE!

"There's one thing that's certain though Billyboy, when I do turn gay, it's you I'm coming after, your perfect little bubble butt is mine, you hear!"

"FRANKIE!!!"

Frankie is hopeless, the more I complain the more he'll tease me. The only way for me to stop it is to give it right back at him, Now this might be fun, making Frankie squirm. I went into the tent and changed into a skin tight body shirt and biking shorts that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. This ought start the tables turning on Frankie. I'm gonna make him think I'm coming on to him. That will stop his teasing. When I came out of the tent Frankie's eyes got big. he'd never seen me dress like this, ever. He gave a low wolf whistle.

"what is it Frankie, you see something you like?"

Frankie cracked up. "Okay, so that's how we're gonna be, huh?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just wanted to be comfortable out here. Where's that blunt Frankie, we need some more, don't you think."

Frankie gave a nervous chuckle "here you go Billyboy, knock yourself out., Let me get you another beer, too"

He's supposed to be getting nervous not getting more beer, I thought. He handed me the beer and just stood there looking at me and this outfit, finally he said, quietly..."wow, Billy. you've got a smoking hot body now. You've turned into a beautiful hunk of a man without me even noticing until now. You are a sexy man Billy. You're gonna have both the boys and the girls coming after you in that outfit." Determined to make him squirm I replied..

"Thanks Frankie, I thought you'd never notice. I do it all for you, you know."

Frank choked on the blunt and went into a coughing fit. I jumped up and began patting him on the back. As the coughing died down I stayed beside him and let my hands begin gently rubbing on his back, Instead of pulling away he closed his eyes and said,.."that feels so good Billyboy, please don't stop"

Oh Damn, this wasn't going like I had planned at all.

"I think we need to lie down" Frank murmured.

"Okay you go ahead, I'm going to sit here a while and finish my beer, night Frankie"

"okay, night babe"

WHAT! he called me BABE!! What's happening to us!!

I began to get worried, Frankie was seeming to like this flirting I was doing and it wasn't doing what I had meant for it to do. Hopefully he'll go right to sleep and we'll laugh about this tomorrow. I finished off the beer and the blunt and I had waited almost an hour before going into the tent. Frankie lay on his big double sized air mattress with only his boxers on . He had to sleep corner to corner to fit his 6'3' height. He was breathing steady and slowly and I assumed he was asleep.

I noticed that the fly was pooched out and open on his shorts. I saw his cock again for the second time today and I stared at it again and I started getting hard again.. What is wrong with me. Why did I get hard looking at my best friends cock. Better yet, why was I staring at my best friends cock? When did I become Captain Perv? Me staring at Frankie's cock! Me getting hard looking at Frankie's cock! I'm not gay! What the fuck is going on!!

I stripped and put on my boxers and laid down to sleep I pulled the cover over me turned the Coleman Lantern off and lay there wondering what I was going to do about my staring at Frankie's cock. My own dick was growing again, I just gave up and let it do its thing. I rolled to my side facing away from Frankie. The more I tried to ignore it the harder my cock got, I raised the cover and looked down and as if it had a mind of its own it had worked it way through the fly of my shorts and was standing out from my body,long, hard and proud.

I groaned and then it dawned on me. It's the weed!. I've heard that hindsight is always 20/20, guess that's why neither of us thought about being way out in the woods, nobody around , smoking weed and getting horny as billy goats. Weed does that to us every time, take a toke and it goes straight to the 'Nads. Well now I knew the reason, I wasn't turning queer for my best bud. I just had a raging case of the "horns". That meant that Frank had it too. We were going to have a good laugh tomorrow, Finally I dozed off, hard on in hand.

Sometime later, it was still dark, I stirred and Frankie was spooned against my back with his hard cock poking my backside. I tried moving a way but he threw his arm across me and pulled me to him. I spoke to him thinking he was awake; roll over Frankie, you're on my bed. He grunted and pulled us closer; we both had removed our shirts so it was flesh to flesh from the waist up and he was so warm against me. I tried asking him to roll over again but he didn't even hear me. I relaxed and just tried to sleep. He did feel good and I can't remember the last time I slept like this with someone. It was a "being loved" feeling. You knew you were cared for when you slept like this. I drifted off enjoying him against me, I would move and push back a little ever so often making soft mmmm sounds in my throat.

I don't know how long I dozed but I awoke again and Frank had his hand on my crotch cradling my package in his big hand. My first thought was panic but his hand didn't move it just held my junk, no movement at all. Suddenly I felt some movement but it wasn't Frankie, for the 3rd time today I was betrayed by my cock. It was getting harder by the second. Soon Frankie's' hand moved to readjust, it felt my hard cock then the hand. moved up my length to the tip and back down again, then wrapped around its girth. I heard a low soft whistle from Frank. I froze as he cuddled closer and said...

"wow Billyboy, that quiet a weapon you've got there. It so long and big. Why have you kept this such a secret from me, huh?"

I tried to speak but could only stammer as he stroked my cock, I couldn't talk. This was Frankie holding on to my cock and telling me he liked it. He moved and his hand slipped inside my shorts and he felt my testicles and wrapped his hand around my shaft again and slowly jacked me. My cock began to twitch and my breathing was getting labored. Frankie removed his hand rolled back and pulled me with him. I was now on my back and he moved to be on his side and propped his head on his hand, the hand that had been on my cock now was gently traveling over my stomach and then to my chest.